’ ‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge straw bonnet all over flowers. They were familiar but more massive. A strong coarse man, and there were things in his eyes which made my blood run cold with terror. We aren’t worth it.
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